I love how characters grow through the first draft. They start with a goal and a few basic details about their age, appearance, job, etc. As the story develops, they evolve talents, flaws, relationships, backstory, and so much more. As each draft progresses, I learn new things about them, and they become multifaceted individuals with emotions, depth, feelings, and perspectives - like shading in artwork changes a flat image to one with dimension. • It's like getting to know a new friend. • www.dragonsfireseries.com
A woman asked me how I prioritize writing in all the busyness of life. I get this question a lot. My answer is, you make time for it. I have an alarm set for 2:30 pm every week day. That’s the time that works for me because my morning routine is complete, my kids are done with homeschool, and I have this little bit of time before making dinner and the evening routine begins. “Does that even work?” This woman asked after I gave my explanation. The funniest part is that she was holding a copy of Shrapnel, my second book, in her hand while knowing that I had two other published books as well. So yes, that does work. It works for me. It might not work for you or her. But everyone has the same number of hours in the day. We are all busy with endless to-do’s and needs and wants. But the things we truly want, we make a priority. If it means we lose sleep, we don’t cook homemade meals, we work through our lunch break, we cancel our Netflix subscription… A dream always requires sacrifice. Do I always sit down and write when my alarm goes off at 2:30? No. Not always. But way more often than if the alarm wasn’t set and the time wasn’t planned. And I make the sacrifices that I’m willing to make. So here I sit. Butt in the chair. Until the next interruption. And yes, the work comes much easier when there is coffee involved. And coffee flavored ice cream seriously takes everything to the next level. Just sayin’. What are you willing to sacrifice for your dream? Your sacrifice won’t look the same as mine, any more than your dream looks like mine. But when you are willing to go for it...and not stop...it will work!
Do you love the wind? I've always been drawn to the sound and touch of wind, because it reminds me I'm alive. It causes me to feel as if I could fly, as the sound and caress make my heart leap. To me, wind is freedom. It's the breath of the world upon one's face. The sigh of creation. And as one who believes in God, it is a sign of a creative design beyond earthly comprehension. It's beautiful. #wind#autumn#fallvibes#walking#writerlife#writingcommunity#writing#editing
Who is that person helping you not quit?⠀ ⠀ This is my #1 person. 🥰⠀ ⠀ When the voices inside (and some outside) nearly convinced me to quit:⠀ ⠀ 👉🏽 quit writing, it has already all been said⠀ 👉🏽 quit posting, it is self-promotion and immature⠀ 👉🏽 quit speaking, it is vanity and not needed, and while you’re quitting...⠀ 👉🏽 quit being Heather, you are too intense, too Jesus-y, too wordy, too heavy, too loud...😫⠀ ⠀ ...there was One other voice whispering a different message. It was hard to hear at times over the others though, so this guy picked up an amplifier and turned up the volume on the Life-giving message so I could finish my work. 🔊 ⠀ ⠀ The message that shaped my courage didn’t inflate me, or my gifts, or my abilities. That too is a hollow message. The One voice spoke of promise, a promise to love and live near me, in me even, always no matter what choices I make here. (Psalm 139:8) A promise to use me as I am, no matter what I break or build, because He could redeem and restore and bring beauty out of my life. (Romans 8:28)⠀ ⠀ The message was one of promised resurrection, of growth inspite of barrenness. It actually had nothing to do with me, but everything to do with God! His Son Jesus could not be stopped, His gospel offering salvation could not be stopped, His Church ultimately could not be stopped, and as His daughter I could show up with Him and His purposes for my life could not be stopped.⠀ ⠀ This is the hope I was reminded of by @grizzyates on this journey. It is what I anchor myself to today so I keep showing up to my life, too. 🐛👉🏽🦋⠀ ⠀ So who is that person in your life who helps you not quit? Who echoes the voice of our unstoppable God? If you don’t have one I pray God uses me here today to be that for you. The promises above are for you, beloved. And I pray too He sends you another you can embrace and encourage right back...because we need it. We are not the
Here are stories we’ll tell of your childhood: Some nights you fell asleep in locked door coffee shops, watching movies over the sound of pedal steel and practicing. Some days I tied knotted string bracelets to your wrists and whispered their magic in your ears. Some days you had to be careful and quiet with your words because anxiety is not a friend to the wholly human wonder of kid clutter noise. Some nights my arms were too tired for one two three weeeeeeeeing, but most mornings you woke up wrapped tightly in those same tired arms. We were imperfect and hurried and beautiful and slow. We memorized poetry in place of Bible verses. You were loved, you were loved, and you taught me everything I know. #itsmefable
Starting my outline for NaNoWriMo! Every year I join millions of writers around the world in pledging to write 50k words in the month of November. This year I am cheating a little bit! I'll be working on my 2017 project, Roxana. 📸: @ashcraiig
Three weeks until the 20Books Vegas conference. I often wonder if Deadpool has taken my book and my advice to heart. I sat across the table using the Ryker maneuver. "There's no need to turn your life upside down," I told him. "You've got a lot on your plate." I handed him Man on Top, my book. Deadpool nodded, swallowing a bite of taco. "Thanks for recognizing that. I do. I do have a lot going on." He wiped his mouth. A surprisingly dainty napkin. I shook my head. "No, I said you've got a lot on your plate. That's too many tacos."